Walker Revenge (The Walker Family Series Book 5) by Bernadette Marie Page A

side, and he
could see the lines form at the corners of her eyes. Her breath
came faster now, and he was finding great satisfaction in seeing
her fume over his question.
    “I have never driven that truck before.”
    “So, where were you?”
    Her nostrils were flaring and he’d yet to
get his answer. Was she having to think about it? Could he possibly
have hit on something?
    “Is everything okay,” his mother’s voice cut
through the tension that had enveloped the room
    She stepped in with Lucas on her hip, but
the moment he saw his mother, he wiggled his way down and hurried
to Chelsea.
    She batted her eyes, obviously trying not to
cry. Lucas pulled at her pant leg, and she bent down to pick him
up.
    “A nurse will be here in the morning. I’ll
have her check in on you,” she informed him gruffly.
    His mother moved toward the bed. “Is
everything okay here?”
    “I’ll let him fill you in. I’m going to go
pack.” She turned toward his mother. “Thank you again for
everything. This isn’t going to work.”
    A moment later she was gone.
    His mother fisted her hands on her hips,
narrowed her stare on him, and moved in. He might be a grown man,
but she still scared the hell out of him. The only difference
between when he was a child and now—he couldn’t run.
    “What did you say to her.”
    “Mom, it’s not worth it. I don’t know what
you’re thinking to have her here helping me, but…”
    “I’m helping her. You’ll be fine soon
enough,” she interrupted. “That girl needs someone to watch over
her. Phillip can’t do it all the time. He’s protecting the rest of
the city. That little boy doesn’t need any more drama in his short
little life. He needs love. He needs fresh air. He needs chicken
coops to get muddy in. You…you need to focus on healing. And I
can’t think of a better way than having someone who knows how to
put up with your whiney crap help you along.”
    His mouth fell open, but he had no
words.
    How could he have accused her of hurting him
physically? Sure, she’d done it emotionally. Then again, who says
she couldn’t have done it anyway.
    The drugs were messing up his thinking.
Hell, a few days ago, he’d told the woman he loved her. Could it be
any more confusing?
    Russell looked at his mother, but she was
getting fuzzy. The pain meds she’d given him were starting to take
effect. There needed to be an apology. He just wasn’t sure if it
should come to him or if he should be giving it. It took a lot of
through process to realize it was dark. His eyes were closed and
for the life of him, he couldn’t pry them open.
    The swirling in his head usually meant he
was going under. Fine, he’d face this problem when he woke up. At
least he’d have more energy for it then.

Chapter Ten
     
    Lucas had begun to cry when Chelsea took his
blanket and shoved it in the suitcase. At the moment, she had to
turn a deaf ear to it and finish what she’d started. They needed to
get out of the house and go back to their life—the one that didn’t
include the Walkers, no matter how depressing the thought.
    When she picked up his Tigger, he let out an
ungodly screech, and she turned to see him standing there with his
arms up and his face red from the tears he’d been crying.
    This wasn’t what she’d wanted when she’d
stormed out on Russell. She’d wanted Russell to look like this.
    Chelsea picked up Lucas and handed him the
Tigger. Then she pulled him close to her, and he rested his head on
her shoulder, almost as if he knew she needed the comfort.
    There was a knock at the door, and when she
looked up, she saw Phillip standing there, his hat in his hand.
    “Glenda says our patient is a little
testy.”
    She realized she was rocking from side to
side as Lucas had fallen asleep on her shoulder. Perhaps his
falling asleep was to calm her as much as it was what he
needed.
    Because she wasn’t going to wake him, she
took a breath and quieted her voice. “He’s an ass. I can’t do